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you can’t tell me there is no mystery
If you’ve been around this place for very long, you know that my mind sometimes connects (seemingly, usually, at random) my images with specific song lyrics. This time it was the line “you can’t tell me there is no mystery” from Bruce Cockburn.
This photo was made through a screened window on the back of the sad little trailer I’ve posted a couple of other photos of. Everything here is now and will forever be mysterious to me.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Time is a cruel master
Obviously – since there are no tires or anything – it’s been a minute since this travel trailer traveled anywhere.
Unless you count its current route toward destruction as a trip.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Grow Light
Even copious amounts of sunlight weren’t enough to save this tree. But here’s hoping it died of old age, after a long and productive of providing shade and doing other tree-things.
Lehman, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Collapse
Out here in this part of Texas, a lot of things collapse. This old, fallen-down grain elevator is but one example.
Lehman, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Six Shooter (plus one)
Our good friends offered to drive on a trip, and even offered up taking the “prairie route” which they felt would better accommodate my photographic interests. It’s hard to imagine better friends than that, who willingly accept making our drive several hours longer than strictly necessary by the traditional Point A to Point B routing system. And not only did they willingly accept it, they actually suggested it in the first place.
Anyway, this was the first photo stop…so obviously the day got off to a stellar start. I mean – what’s not to like about an old car with a shot-out windshield.
Lehman, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
One Day | One Image 